There are many dates we remember in our lives - birthdays, anniversaries, first dates, appointments, special occasions, deaths, etc. Those dates are often connected with memories - both vivid and vague - and those vivid memories are often deeply rooted with emotions.
February 9th is one of those days that will never be forgotten. My whole life, its always been remembered as my Mom's birthday but now we also have to face the memory of the anniversary of my brother's death. Its only been two years and the loss is still quite fresh amongst my family. While thoughts of him and his absence definitely weigh heavy on my heart and emotions, I know its nothing compared to what my parents and sister-in-law struggle with every day. I told my mom this week that I just wish there was something I could say or do to help ease the heartache. We all know that no matter what we say, do or pray, nothing can take the place or fill that void.
As today has neared and I've thought about Andy and talked about him more with others again, I've tried to balance the emotions and tried to remember as much as I could about him. I've seen my other brother, Michael, post some of his old memories on Andy's still present Facebook wall and I've tried to take a mental inventory of some of my favorite memories. So, while I try to push through the sadness that comes with today, I'm also going to share some of my favorite memories of my big brother.
* Hearing the story each year on my birthday of how I was born on the day of his First Communion and him teasing me that it was MY fault that Mom missed it.

* While I don't necessarily remember these moments when I was 1 or 2, I remember photos of me standing in the door of my parents' old house, watching my brothers play in the driveway.
* Easter photos under the tree in our front yard
* Going swimming up at the neighborhood pool
* Going sledding at the Golf Course hill
* Walking around Sharp Park & "fishing" with sticks in the pond
* Going to the circus with him
* Family vacation to Six Flags and him pushing me down and getting covered in grease.
* Watching him hobble home after another broken ankle or nose.
* Seeing him get on the bus when he left for the Navy
* Going to his Boot Camp Graduation
* Flying out to San Diego when I was in 6th grade to visit him.
* Getting to go on an aircraft carrier with him for a day and getting to drive by the Top Gun hangar.
* Countless letters and photos sent to him while he was overseas along with making cassette tapes for him to listen to of music and us talking.
* Driving all the way to CA when I was in 9th grade. Going to a Rodeo and watching him rope cows.
* Having my first drink with him.
* Late night IMs with him when I was in college.
* Spring Break in CA with him and Jeanne, $1 night at the bar, stealing the banner off the deck, staying up all night talking and I'm still wondering who flooded the bathroom!
* Walking into my parents' house one Christmas morning to see him there by surprise!
* Hearing the letter he wrote to me for my wedding (he couldn't be
there as he was overseas). I haven't been able to make myself pull that
back out and read it...
* Dancing at my sister's wedding with him.
* Telling him he was going to be an uncle on the same day he became a Grandpa!
* The first time he met Jacob and Sarah.
* The last time I saw him and he put his Navy hat on Sarah just before we left.
* Hearing so many people talk about him with such respect and admiration.
Please continue to look down upon us all Andy. Know that we all love and miss you and think of you all the time. Someone asked me the other day if my kids remember you and I said its not likely that they have their own memories of you, but I am trying to help them know you in their own way. I can only hope my boys grow up to be as accomplished and respected as you are!
I love you. I miss you. I am proud to be your sister.